[At the feeling of his finger sliding inside her, a single, though powerful tremor courses through Medusa's body. Her hips rock gently against his finger, drawing him in deeper.]
Friends, or more...
[There's not much thought behind her words now - she's far too distracted by the pleasure mounting inside her. Medusa's fingers squeeze against his hips, pulling him harder against her, wanting to feel his weight.]
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Friends, or more...
[There's not much thought behind her words now - she's far too distracted by the pleasure mounting inside her. Medusa's fingers squeeze against his hips, pulling him harder against her, wanting to feel his weight.]